I've always lived faith differently than most people. When you spend your life with a good part of the world inaccessible you have no other choice. You do what you do. God finds you in other places. Something I was reminded of recently but I didn't really think there was more to it than that. Until the body started freaking out and I landed back in bed while it worked itself out. And in that moment, I realized the goal I had been working toward was going to be an impossible goal. At least the way the church typically accepted that role. And what the hell do I do with that? In a church where anything that isn't tradition, tends to sink. The church hates change. Yet change is the only constant thing in life. This is just one more sign of things coming to an end for me in this current version of things. I sat today in a new room for a service and thought, I like this better. It's not traditional and it's not as ritualistic (in the old ways) but you know what, ...
Living Faith with a disability